I brushed the hair away from his face, grabbed a handful of it, and guided him at a slow pace, his eyes never leaving mine.
Fuck. I don’t know why it was so hot, but I loved seeing Callum in this position—this vulnerable. I pushed his head further alongthe shadowy shaft and held his head there until tears started to slide down his face. Only then did I let go.
I did that a few more times, which left both of us dripping when the doors flew open and Bastian said, “Callum, I—”
He stopped when he realized what he walked in on.
I lowered my eyes and gave him a lazy smile. I shoved Callum’s face back onto my length and held him there. I stared at Bastian and said, “My little bird is busy right now. We are playing a game. How long can he hold his breath before he dies?.” I looked down, and cocked my head, and asked, “Should we see if you can beat your record of sixty seconds?”
I could tell that Bastian was still slightly intoxicated; had been since I effectively crushed his spirit a few nights ago. Since then, he has clung to Callum.
“Get off him.”
I could tell that Callum was running low on breath, but wouldn’t move until I let him go. He would die right there if I wished for it.
“I promise you he would die a happy male if I chose this to be the moment he left us.”
Red crept up Bastian’s beautiful face, and I could tell that he didn’t like what I was doing to his new friend. I rolled my eyes and pushed Callum a little further until I knew I was at the back of his throat. Once Callum gagged, I let go.
He coughed and sucked in copious amounts of air as he leaned on his heels, not embarrassed at being exposed to Bastian. There was nothing left to hide as he had already seen everything.
“Are you going to keep allowing her to degrade you?”
Callum dipped his head and then looked back up at Bastian. “Bast, you don’t understand. I would let her trample over my dick if it made her happy. I would even fuck you if it brought her joy. Everything I do is for her.”
He took another breath and stood, walking to Bastian, his cock swinging between his legs. I eyed Bastian and swore I saw his eyes dip down and his throat bob, but he diverted his gaze fast enough that I couldn’t be sure.
“I do not desire men,” Bastian tensed.
Callum put his hand hesitantly on Bastian’s shoulder as I said, “You don’t have to desire men to have fun with us.”
It was easy to tell that Bastian was struggling to respond to Callum.
When he didn’t say anything, I piped up. “We could have fun together.”
Bastian glanced back down at Callum, who was looking at him, breath shortening. I brought my hand up my body, needing the friction as flames ignited inside of me. I had often fantasized about the three of us together, but I never imagined that Bastian would agree. The thought was almost enough to make me combust.
Whatever spell had come over the room was broken when Bastian knocked Callum’s hand off his shoulder aggressively, stepped back, and then retreated from the room.
“He will come around when he’s ready. Now, come here and bend over the desk.” Callum obliged. He bent his body over, widened his legs, and spread his cheeks with each hand. “If you move your hands, then everything stops. Do you understand?”
He nodded vigorously.
I said not one word as I guided the shaft to his ass, slowly rubbing it around his opening until I sank slowly inside of him. Callum hissed in pain, and I paused to let him get used to the size.
He held on, begging, “Please keep going, your grace. Don’t stop.”
I smirked as I continued to ease into him at an achingly slow pace until I was buried in him all the way, and my hips were flat against his ass.
“Tell me, who owns you?” I asked, teasing him by grabbing his balls with my shadows.
He tensed under my powers, not wanting to cum so soon, and said immediately, “You, your grace. Always you.”
I moaned at hearing his response. “Say it again.” Squeezing tightly.
“You own me.”
When hearing those words, I pounded into him while squeezing him at the same time, my other hand on his shoulder for added stability.